All the More Human, for Eve Pandora
by Michael R. Burch

a lullaby for the first human Clone

God provide the soul, and let her sleep
be natural as ours, unplagued by dreams
of being someone else, lost in the deep
wild swells of losing all that "human" means ...

and do not let her come to doubt herself—
that she is as we are, so much alike
in frailty, in the books that line the shelf
that tell us who we are—a rickety ****

against the flood of doubt—that we are more
than cells and chance, that love, perhaps, exists
because of someone else who would endure
such pain because some part of her persists

in us, and calls us blesséd by her bed,
become a saint at last, in whose frail arms
we see ourselves—the gray won out of red,
the ash of blonde—till love is safe from harm

and all that "human" means is that we live
in doubt, and die in doubt, and only love
the more because we only know to strive
against an end we loathe and fear. What of?—

we cannot say, imagining the Night
as some weird darkened structure caving in
to cold enormous pressure. Lacking sight,
we lie unbreathing, thinking breath a sin ...

and that is to be human. You are us—
true mortal, child of doubt, hopeful and curious.

Keywords/Tags: Eve, Pandora, human, clone, humanity, human being, human condition, evolution, birth, death, life and death, soul, soulmate, saint, youth

Somewhere in my heart
I wonder why it's blue
Why the sky stays afar
With an ocean bird or two:

How could grass be green?
Like some child's spiky hair,
And by the sun's routine,
Let sunrays in the air:

The tree is odd as well—
Sometimes it grows in white:
What else from earth upwells
For birdies slept inside?

We have forgotten
who we are really looking for
when life doesn't hold on to dreams
then live it without love,
and people are getting busier
to see which place is the most comfortable for themselves,
among the boisterous people
vying to be someone else.

We have forgotten
who actually survives
of a life they call a journey
without understanding
where to go home
and they don't realize
that everything had gone too long.

We have forgotten
who actually fell first
when we don't achieve
everything we chase of
what we didn't have
in the first place;
dream,
hope,
love,
or even ideals,
and we feel
we are no longer worthy.

We have forgotten
that actually words
don't want to escape
from the collection of prayers
that we have recited
over and over,
even if it's repeated
we always insult
and berate ourselves.

We have forgotten,
the simplest way
to be a happy human.

Skin on soil - I sink
My lungs a network of roots,
I breathe with the leaves.

Who do you think you’re talking to?
Did you forget i’m human to?
Where did all your morals go? Or
were you born with ignorant stupidity.

To many times you cross the line
insulting racial slurs towards athletes
getting all sensitive, losing your mind.
Objects thrown, emotions shown
among the crowd time after time,
like how could you be so heartless?
What about being spit at on the court,
maybe the organization should have you fined
and banned for life from events.

Just because you bought tickets
to watch us play, doesn’t give you
the right to say nor do whatever
you want towards athletes.
This may be entertainment to you
but this is our career, our life, our job,
our occupation- to win games.

I Stick the whole world to my wall
and Notice
things that I almost Understand their real meaning